... In the correspondence above, it happened to be the word Cuban that was employed...
A word. A single word. And yet, like Pavlov's dog, you salivated at the opportunity for a political and personal dig.
In your twisted interpretation, that word is supposed to mean this, in your words:
... a presumably non-native person, still referred to as a Cuban (note, not referred to as an American)...
How horrible of me! Not being able to see a fellow American as an American, but just as a Cuban! I can't even lower myself to write a Cuban-American, apparently.
Maybe because there is no such thing as Cuban-American? Nobody has it, nobody serves it. There is American, and there is Cuban, but there is no Cuban-American COFFEE.
Yes, I am yelling: COFFEE!!!
Because that is what I wrote:
... P.S. To prove the relevance for the Coffee Corner, there is a great Cuban coffee cafe right next door 
You see, Rob,
Cuban coffee is a type of coffee, Café Cubano, just like English Breakfast is a type of tea. It is a very strong coffee, prepared with a lot of sugar.
There was nothing political in what I wrote, nor any hidden meaning. Whatever political garbage you managed to imply is on you, especially accusing me of "pathetic, nationalistic antics," dual standards, and questionable morality.
That is really pathetic.
In my OP post, I made no comments whatsoever about Cuban people, certainly not that "one living and sweating in Cuba is probably a red threat." As you know, I've been twice to Cuba, and yes, I admit, in the first photo essay from the trip (which can be found
here) I did make a statement about Cuban people:
For me, the most surprising aspect of Cuba today: its people! - friendly, jovial, colorful:
That girl was the one serving me my first
Café Cubano. Sweet. Coffee and the girl.